…and time to get out into it. It’s supposed to cool down again tomorrow but just seasonal, not all so-you-think-you’re-a-survivalist frickin’ cold. In the meantime I need to catch up with the laundry.
This new Wonder Wash works pretty well, all told. I still have to rinse separately, and that’s when I’m reminded how cold the water in the cistern gets this time of year. I do miss my tubs and hand agitator. But it still beats trying to get sweatshirts clean in the sink.
Ain’t he a fine, dignified old fellow? That’s right next to his very favorite winter morning nappy spot, which happens to be right next to the clotheslines.
“Why,” I hear some hypothetical passer-by ask, “Did he cut the leg off all his longies?”
And now it’s time for shit-shoveling. I’ve got the regular corral-cleaning to do, then I want to haul out another trailer-load while it’s nice. Ten o’clock, and the temp’s almost to forty already!
ETA: Got another packrat kill overnight! Still not from the trap under the Jeep hood. But it’s possible my nemesis has gone to meet Rodent Jesus elsewhere because there’s been no sign of further habitation since I started putting traps in there. This particular dead rat got two bites of the poison apple: Night before last I violated the “Always tie the trap down” rule and found it several feet away with a bloody rat chunk in it, then this morning I found a dead rat in the trap, with a missing bloody chunk. So not exactly the Archimedes of packrats, and I probably only succeeded in improving the breed a bit.
” I probably only succeeded in improving the breed a bit.”
This, of course, is always the rub…
Every dead rodent improves the breed.
Good job!!!!